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Drummer boy

I listen to his heartbeat drumming in the battlefield
Semibreve, dotted quavers song to lead an army
This steady lulling rhythm the march of footsteps
His chest rises with each breath bombarded by artillery shells
I loosen his buttons, kiss him as bullets pierce his uniform
and rest my head at the front line
until I fall asleep dreaming of home

Sam Houty is a poet with a MFA in creative writing from Kingston University, London. He has completed three poetry chapbooks. His poetry has been featured in Synkroniciti magazine, Big A little a anthology and The Start literary journal. He was the winner of The Writers Hub poetry competition. His poem ‘Night Life’ was a finalist for the Barjeel Poetry Prize. 


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